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Sip of poison from Poets |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Scribble, scribble, scribble Yeah, I wrote it on my skin Pen to fang Venom to ink Scribbled a verse just to think Watch the world go by Watch it pass without a blink Sun shines bright, beautiful as it may be But my moon shines blue, wondrous as the sea My body aches and my mind is numb Fear in the shape of procrastination has begun I love one Might as well love none Have scripture in my heart A movie behind the eyes Tongue of silver Hands of lies In my throat there is a knot Never knew I had any strings to tie I could never sing a key But I could sigh And if my sighs could speak a thousand words A thousand cliche's would be yours in turn Let it be known I'm jittery around you Nervous around you Stupid around you Wish I'd never found you "Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it." |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Hey, lost poet, from the muddy, wind-swept plains of Nebraska. Sounds like this true love thing is not going your way. Well, everyone hits a rough patch once in a while. They tell me not to chew snuff when asking some gal out to a shindig. Really, chum, nice poem! |
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